And then, after a short silence, he continued:
“Have you any fowls you could sell us every week?”
The woman hesitated for a moment and then replied:
“Yes, I think I have. I suppose you want young ones?”
“Yes, of course.”
“'What do you pay for them in the market?”
D'Apreval, who had not the least idea, turned to his companion:
“What are you paying for poultry in Fecamp, my dear lady?”
“Four francs and four francs fifty centimes,” she said, her eyes full of tears, while the farmer's wife, who was looking at her askance, asked in much surprise:
“Is the lady ill, as she is crying?”